In the world of nothingness, Zephyr wandered without any thoughts, akin to a balloon floating in a void. His face remained calm, reminiscent of a child in the midst of an afternoon nap.
Suddenly, the world shook, shattering the calmness of the void, and Zephyr jolted awake.
"W-what is that?!" Zephyr clutched his chest, eyes snapping open. "What was that sound?!" He rubbed his eyes, a strange feeling enveloping him, as if he was caught between dream and reality.
Cracks appeared in the space around him, triggering memories of the Tyrant who had torn open spatial cracks and shattered the tether of reality not long ago. The thought haunted Zephyr.
"A-again?! Didn't I kill that?!" His body trembled with primal fear, the instinct for survival surging within him. Fleeing from the spatial crack, Zephyr sought refuge, but the plains offered no cover, no sanctuary.
–C-crack.
